Not I
Location
Not I, not I, push me aside
Light splits where aspirin headaches shine
I feel it pulsing, breathing inside:
The monster, her emerald eyes.
Mrs. and Mr. say she’ll subside,
Boasting that it happens all the time
As if my sanity were some sort of prize,
mx+b = why?
“Maybe if you wouldn’t procrastinate, you’d be fine.”
My health’s at risk,
You pretentious bitch,
It’s not because I don’t try.